I walked into the venue to listen to him speakhe was one of the best, at the pinnacle, at his peakI was told he brought words constructively fashionedto take one to places with violent reaction.

Alone walking in, back left, I take a chairsensing the excitement in the thick of the airambiance was quite nice, the vibe no doubt relaxingI quickly move to the front without the decency of asking.

I needed to have a good view of who I came tosee to feel the force of his voice cause he wasa poet, like me.

Lights turn down dim as I sit, waiting for himin hopes his set will be first, I felt patiently nervousmouth desert dry and I'm slowly dying of thirst.

Now, a drink from the bar is not what I was after butthe quench from the flow of this master-piece crafter.

He's at the top of his game, prized poetry slamsin his pocket so I knew when he stepped to thestage that he'd rock it.

Sound transmitter's warmed up, on set first hewas not, finally its his turn to grab themic and make it hot, the audience gets quietnow he's in the light's spot....

His lips gently he licks, then he steps forward to spitremarkable lyrics and my heart takes the hithis flow was sooo sick with jaw dropping appealwords in atmospheres entangled in depths I could feel.

His sound flew past my ears like the speed of lightin stillness of time, an experience in flight.

He dropped knowledge and drama, spoke of Israel and ObamaHe was clearly well read, I felt I could get in his headcause he was a poet, like me.

By the time he was through, I felt attacked, like by a lionothers paused in deep thought, some even walked out of therecryin', he was just that deep.

He reminded me of why I truly honor this giftlike the value of gold found through a miner'sgentle sift.

Or like the rare pearl obtained after prying open one's soulto take a mind by what it knew and cause thoughtful control.

He possessed that ability, all of it and much moregreater volume's of his craft I felt compelled to explore.

We had more in common above what I thought before, butby then I realized, he was definitely far more thanjust a poet, like me.

He communicated with an intensity only aveteran could bring and used utterances thatcut and poured in rhymes that would sting.

He was no ordinary poet with a passion for hisart, see, he painted imagery on canvases withcolors from his heart.

If I could be that great, harbor abilities like his withinexpressing and releasing scribes bound no longer by sinsince fear is my sin, like him, I can never fully sharethis treasure the Creator has placed in my care.

I was privileged to meet him after the showapproached him timidly, though my faced showed a glowhe smiled at me and winked, said he thought I was cutefrom then and there I knew that my character he'd suit.

Across the street we had coffee and conversation was on pointwith inspiration I anticipated my ears he'd anointthough his capabilities were considerable, down to earth andhumble was he, I found after hours in his presence that in facthe was a poet, like me.